Chapter 025 Feeding
In the home of a villager who lives relatively far away...
"Ah!"
Zhang Moyu couldn't help but sneeze, and the pastry he had kneaded in his hand was almost deformed by him.
Next to him, the old woman who was learning to make snacks with him looked at him happily and asked with some concern.
"Young man, have you caught a cold? The wind is so strong in the mountains. Look at you, you're wearing so little when you go out. I have two coats in my room. Do you want me to get them for you?"
Zhang Moyu, who could automatically regulate his body temperature and didn't feel cold at all, declined the host's kindness, put the last piece of rounded dessert into a box made of folded oil paper, and covered the box.
Seeing that he refused, the old woman didn't force him any more. She looked at the box of snacks in his hand and started nagging again.
"You city folks are so particular about food that you even have to borrow the kitchen to make snacks in this environment... No, those outsiders who came over last night and stayed at the guesthouse didn't do anything like you..."
"It's nothing to me. I made this for the kids at home."
Zhang Qiling's innocent look appeared in his mind. Zhang Moyu curled his lips subtly, smiled, and his whole body softened instantly.
"Oh, you have a child with you..."
The old woman looked at him with a strange look in her eyes. A handsome man with long hair went up the mountain in the middle of the night with a child. He was not with him. She guessed that the child was in the car. However, his car was parked quite far away, and she had not heard from the villagers that they had seen the car.
If this person didn't have body temperature and shadow, she would have thought he was a monster from the old mountain who came down to beg for food.
Realizing that what she said seemed a little rude, the old woman added another sentence.
"It's okay. Children are spoiled. My good grandson Gousheng is the same. Besides making trouble in the village, he always thinks about food for those two people."
"Well, you can use the remaining ingredients to make some for him according to my recipe, so he can try something new."
He thought that Zhang Qiling should take some supplements for his physical condition. After the people fell asleep, Zhang Moyu went to the mountain to find some herbs that could replenish blood and qi. He borrowed a farmer's kitchen and made pastries with glutinous rice, red beans and other herbs. After making a box, there were still a lot of leftovers.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, thank you...
I saw a young man over there who looks quite like you. You should know them, right? Why don't you go with them?"
Zhang Moyu did not answer this question. He smiled at the old man, got up and left.
On the other side, Zhang Qiling, Wu Sansheng and others waited until the sun officially came out, and then found an idle child in the village to be their guide to take them up the mountain.
But the child only led them a part of the way. Halfway in, he was unwilling to go any further and kept saying that there were man-eating tree monsters on the mountain and advised them to go back.
Wu Sansheng and the others certainly wouldn't let it go. Seeing that they didn't take his words seriously, the kid muttered that it was hard to persuade the damned ghost with nice words, and asked for the guide fee from Wuxie, who seemed to be the easiest to talk to, and went back by himself.
Standing there, Wuxie looked at the fifteen dollars left in his wallet and felt like crying.
Just now, he held back his tears and gave the biggest fifty-dollar note in his bag to the child.
He still remembers the look of contempt from that kid when he saw that he couldn't even take out a hundred yuan...
Wu Xie floated to Wu Sansheng, who was trying to find his way, with a look of resentment on his face, and spoke softly:
"Uncle San, that kid clearly led the way for all of us, so why did he have to ask me for money?"
Needless to say, you seem to be the easiest to fool.
Wu Sansheng guessed that the kid thought Wuxie looked innocent and soft-hearted, and that he could get more money for the journey from him, but he didn't expect that Wuxie was a poor guy with a clean pocket.
But although he thought so in his heart, he couldn't say it out loud. Wu Sansheng pretended to think for a while before speaking.
"That kid probably felt closer to you. You see, he originally wanted a hundred, but in the end he only accepted fifty from you. Alas, it's a pity that we don't have such a good affinity as you."
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a lie, but Wu Xie believed it.
Wu Xie had originally planned to split the bill with his wealthy uncle, but this suddenly changed his mind. Wu Sansheng's words greatly comforted him, soothing his loneliness without money, and even a hint of smugness emerged in his heart.
"Uncle San, it's no use for you to be envious."
Zhang Qiling watched their interaction throughout the whole process. Seeing that Wu Sansheng fooled Wuxie with just a few words, he was surprised that Wuxie was so easy to fool. At the same time, his vigilance against Wu Sansheng increased by two levels.
This person is really good at deceiving people!
The group wandered around the mountain for a while, and as it was almost noon, they decided to take a break, have lunch, and then continue looking for tombs.
Because there were many trees in the mountains and forests, it was easy to cause accidents if a fire started. Wu Sansheng didn't find it troublesome, so he let a few people eat compressed biscuits and ham sausage as lunch.
The food in Zhang Qiling's stomach had been almost digested, but he was not very hungry yet, so he put the food he was given into his backpack.
At this moment, a clear, clear sound like a bird's cry suddenly rang out from the nearby jungle. Zhang Qiling subconsciously turned his head to look in that direction, and when he turned back, he met Wu Sanxing's inquiring gaze.
He nodded calmly to Wu Sansheng, and then Zhang Qiling stood up quietly without caring whether he understood what he meant or not. He left silently when no one else was paying attention, and finally disappeared into the jungle in a flash.
Wu Sansheng ignored Zhang Qiling's sudden departure and continued chatting and laughing with others.
After Zhang Qiling left, he ran straight to the direction where the whistle came from. After a while, he saw Zhang Moyu squatting by the fire with a roasted chicken on his rack.
"You're here."
Hearing the footsteps approaching, Zhang Moyu knew it was Zhang Qiling coming. Without even raising his head, he greeted him and then waved for him to come over for dinner.
"Where have you been?"
Zhang Qiling's tone was calm, but Zhang Moyu had trained so many little Qilins when he was the clan leader, so it was easy for him to hear a subtle hint of grievance and expectation in his words.
Zhang Moyu looked at him with a smile in his eyes, took the roasted chicken off the simple wooden rack and handed it to him.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Zhang Qiling reached out to take the roast chicken, then sat next to him and asked him a question.
"I've eaten it. It was baked specially for you. The honey and spices on it were all picked up in the woods. It's not that comprehensive, I just randomly adjusted the flavor. I don't know if you'll be able to eat it."
As he spoke, Zhang Moyu picked up the small pot that had been placed next to him halfway through cooking, hooked both sides with wire hooks, hung it on the wooden rack, and continued to cook the simple medicinal food inside.
Turning around, he saw Zhang Qiling holding a whole roasted chicken, and he seemed to have no idea where to start. So Zhang Moyu took the roasted chicken first, handed him a bottle of water, and motioned him to wash his hands first.
After he washed his hands, I tore off the thigh of the roast chicken and handed it to him. When he had almost finished eating, I tore off another piece and handed it to him.
Seeing Zhang Qiling's well-behaved appearance and his cheeks bulging with food, Zhang Moyu looked gentle and immersed in the joy of feeding him.
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